Getting out of the house and sitting at a desk NOT in my own office was all the motivation I needed to find my writer self. I finished “The Warmth of Other Suns,” which I felt like I’d been reading forever. Until this evening, I started to love it more with the change of space and I guess perspective. I even started rereading it immediately after finishing. Yesterday, I was sure I’d need a break and celebration once I finished. I actually am loving the rereading more than the initial read through. I’ve already started making some notes about things I want to consider while writing.
Then I came home and jumped right into writing. I feel like a different person.
I’ve been trying to find my stride with this second book. On the other hand, I’m averaging about a poem a day, but I’m not focused on a poetry book.
Anyway, I’m grateful that I’m writing on the project I’m actually trying to complete.
Sidenote: Alice Coltrane in these headphones is nice insulation.